Bed ridden. I crawl into bed, will it be a somnambulistic carnival ride? Make sure my arms and legs are tucked comfortably and safely inside. I close my eyes, the adventure begins, as reality starts to unwind. If I am very lucky, I will completely leave my work troubled mind. Away I Am Flying higher... Sign in to see full entry.
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